[Kane]So Lil' Daddy, my ace, my brotherGet on the mic and let's rock with one another

[Shane]And, here comes the six foot four, the rough and rawto blow up the mic with rhymes you likeI strike the stage in a rage and burn just like a twelve gaugeshotgun, cause son, the Shane is not the oneThe noise bringer, humdinger, funky rhyme stingerBring your girl to my show and I'ma swing herThe Lil' Daddy got it down pat, YEAHI'm like the name Heavy D, I sound fatWord for word, line for line, UHI gets mine and show I'm poetically in-clinedIf rap was made by ? then redeemed becauseyou ain't got no ahhhhhice creeeeeeeeamSo take a seat in the rearDon't dare to compare, cause I swear, you gets nothin hereThe way you see me knock out the next brotherYou'd think my moms had a talk with LL's mother, huhAiy-yi-yi-yah, momma miaMan I burn the next MC like gonorrheaKnock the boots on a girl named AltheaThen pull her friend by the name of Maria

[Kane]Well I got a little rap thing I wanna breeze through

[Shane]So may I release you?

[Kane]Oh oh, please do

[Shane]So Big Daddy, my ace, my brotherGet on the mic, and let's rap with one another

[Kane]When I grab the microphone and shoutYou gotta spread out, spread out, spread out, spread outI'm ready to rip it apart, I hit em with one of the rhymesI'm rough in a flash, trash, bash, crash, smash slash mashRun for shelter, no one can help yaYou pushed up on a heavyweight, when your rhymes are welter--weight that's right, wait, because you're not fitted*singing* You're never gonna get it, never gonna get itUHH, I'm what you call a rap legendAnd definitely the last MC to be presentDon't even try to take minesYou fuckin new jack, you still got price tags on your rhymesYo what's that sayin that Hammer says uhhU Can't Touch This, just like a pimple yo I'ma bust thisI'm like Steven Segall, _Out for Justice_As for competition, pssssssh, what's this?You're not prepared too, rappers are scared tooConfront this, cause you know damn well you don't want thisSome good advice is just break outBefore I treat you like a fast food resteraunt and take-outAs soon as I see the microphone yo I'ma, seize thatSqueeze that, a battle, you better, freeze thatCause if you go through the Wrath of Kane, uhhNot even Lisa Fisher can ease the pain, so